I just happened to glance at what's left of my scars, and I realize I've made it to that one year mark. I've had two relapses since, one in October and one in December, but still it was one year ago today I made the choice to actively stop when I chose to love someone that day.

I don't really think much about having stopped, but still felt like making a post about it, and here seemed like the perfect place to do so. I feel kind of numb about it actually, and for some reason feel a bit like crying now.

hugs.